At first, Qin Jiu was a little skeptical about whether the fruit was the kind he ate that day, but his little hand stretched out and took it back, and he hesitated for a long time and never dared to order it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

She was afraid that she would make a mistake, and she would have to rummage through it again, there were so many fruits that looked similar, and there were too many orders, and it made all things unhappy, Qin Jiu would have an indescribable fear of all things in the spirit record, she was scared by a book for the first time, and her butt still hurts for a while.

She suddenly thought of what Xuantie Tree said a while ago, every grass and tree in the Divine Monarch's house has spirituality, and she looked down at the stool under her feet, and muttered a few words in her mouth, "Brother Stool, don't blame, Brother Stool, when I grow up, I'll let you step on it ten times or eight times." ”

Although Zhili kept staring at the fold in his hand, his divine sense kept locking on the villain opposite, seeing all her movements in his eyes, and the smile on his lips never faded.

Qin Jiu didn't notice it at all, she was serious about things in her eyes, and the fold in her hand had not been changed for half an hour. She thought about the stool for a long time before turning her gaze back to the Soul Record on the desk, and then repeated the action of reaching out and retracting her hand.

After being like this for a long time, Qin Jiu didn't click on it, and he still couldn't read it, so he stretched out a hand from the spine of the book, pressed it down, and then covered his teeth and disappeared into the book.

Under the red fruit, a line of golden characters appeared as usual, compared to the previous page on the first page, there were obviously many more words under this fruit, and the words were also smaller, Qin Jiu had to take a closer look.

It is written on the top, the soul fruit, more than long in the humid climate, no flowers, every ten years alone, its fruit is bright red, where there is an unfulfilled wish of the soul in the world, the food will be drunk, the dream will return to the world, eat its fruit to fulfill its wish, hence the name of the soul.

Originally, Qin Jiu didn't feel sure, after all, she had gone to that world once, and she didn't remember the fruit very clearly. After reading this line of words, I can confirm that what I ate yesterday was the Soul Crossing Fruit.

There is a line of smaller words below this line of words, and Qin Jiu can only squint his eyes to see clearly, "This fruit is super delicious, highly recommended!! ”

A series of exclamation points were added to the back, as if people were afraid that they would not believe it. Qin Jiu nodded in agreement, it was really delicious, and after nodding, he felt that something was wrong, it was obviously a book that included everything in the world, how could it be written like a food appreciation.

This thought made Qin Jiu laugh out loud, and when he saw her like this, he put down the fold in his hand, leaned over slightly and asked her, "But you found it?" ”

Qin Jiu hurriedly turned the page, she was a little monster who was not sick or sick, and she was drunk all night after eating this soul fruit, so she couldn't say anything.

She turned to Zhili to reply, but her eyes didn't dare to look directly at him, and said hesitantly: "Not yet, I saw a similar one, but if you look closely, it doesn't look like it." ”

Zhili naturally saw that she had something to hide, but she didn't break it, nodded at her, and said with a pleasant face: "It's okay, you just take your time." ”

He was so gentle that Qin Jiu's head was lowered more and more. As soon as he was nervous, the two hands were twisted together again, and the knuckles of the white and tender little hands were pinched red by themselves due to the force.

Zhili also saw her hand, frowned, and was about to speak, when a kingfisher flew from the window, stopped in front of the window, raised one of its paws, and chirped towards Zhili.

There was a scroll of letters tied to his paws, and the bird knew that it was raised by the priest, and he had seldom sent messages to him, and it would have been feared that there would be something urgent.

Zhili stretched out his hand, and the bird saw this, and consciously stepped on the other paw with one paw, and the rope that tied the letter was loosened by it, and the letter fell to the windowsill.

The kingfisher picked up the letter with its two sharp wings and handed it to Zhili, and at the end smiled at Zhili very flatteringly.